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His wet mouth drags against the sensitive flesh of my neck, searing the skin. His eyes meet mine and I think of how it was easy it would be to get lost in the way he looks at me.

It’s like he can see the rawness of my soul; perhaps it matches his own. He brings his lips to mine, offering me the reprieve we both so desperately seek.

Everything about him soothes my raging emotions. His nearness is so overpowering, my heartbeat chants his name.

I grip the snaps of my own britches and slither out of them. Ledger stills above me as his eyes rake over my exposed skin. I’ve been naked before but never this bare. There is nowhere to hide, he sees every bit of me, every ugly, unlovable part. I almost expect him to pull away, but his knuckles brush over the taut skin of my stomach. They trail back and forth over my hip bones.

His eyes find mine, and all I can see is adoration and desire, proof that he sees me, all of me, and wants me in spite of it all. His length brushes my belly as he bends down to feather his lips against mine. I lift to rub against it, yearning to feel more.

I squirm beneath him, dampness coating my thighs. His pointer finger slides down, and I jump as it traces my clit. My head spins with lust as I pant.

That same finger drags down over my opening. Our eyes lock as he slips it inside of me, my hips lifting to meet him, driving him deeper. I only exist where he touches me.

His jaw clenches. “Gods, Layla, I could live a thousand lifetimes, fight a hundred battles, and never be worthy of being in your presence.”

I raggedly pant, my head spinning as his fingers curl inside of me. Pleasure builds deep in my stomach and as good as his fingers feel, I need more, crave it.

My fingers trail the length of his cock. “More, I need more.”

His fingers slow before he pulls them from me, sticking them in his mouth to taste. My stomach flutters in anticipation. He inches closer and ever so carefully kisses me. The only thing I can hear is my pulse hammering in my ears as his kiss sings through my veins.

My desire overrides the feeling of vulnerability that threatens the moment. The walls I’d so carefully built between us crumble at a rapid rate, and I’m helpless to stop them. I want him to undo me.

Without breaking our kiss, I find Ledger’s briefs and pull them down. My eyes lower in time to see his cock spring free.

I bite my lip and roam the length of him. He moves his hips, and the head of his cock presses up against my throbbing clit, making me gasp.

My hips lift, chasing the sensation and rubbing myself shamelessly against him. Such a potent need for him fills my veins. All I can think of is him. His smell, his hands, his mouth, his skin.

I grip him and move him further against my entrance. Our eyes meet, our ragged breaths melding together.

Our faces hover a breath apart as he eases himself inside of me. I make a breathless noise as I adjust to the size of him. He moves with vexing restraint. I push his hips with my hands, encouraging him deeper.

He groans, and his body tremors as the full length of him settles inside of me. I rock against the feeling of fullness, chasing friction.

“Fuck,” Ledger breathes and moves his hands to my hips, holding them in place.

His pace is unhurried, and my nails dig into the skin of his back. Pleasure licks at my spine as he continues.

With each thrust, our powers lash out, caressing each other, intertwining. It’s a heady sensation, addicting, and leaves me wanting more. My skin buzzes pleasantly, a faint glow filling the room.

Ledger kisses me with reverence, driving my need higher. His self-control unravels as he tries so desperately to keep himself in check.

I’m dizzy with need, every nerve in my body rushing to meet him. Every part of me vying for his attention.

My body is a raging inferno as heat builds. He grips my breast, his calluses dragging over my nipple. His teeth bite at my earlobe, and his power vibrates my skin.

I’d never experienced a pleasure so intense, so all-consuming. I knew after tonight, there was no going back. I was fully handing this man the power to utterly and completely destroy me, and I welcomed it.

His thumb finds my clit moving in small devastating circles. My hips jump as the fire deep inside my belly ignites. I’m utterly defenseless as pleasure courses through me. My back arches, and I cry out as my body quakes.

I tighten around him, and a strangled noise escapes his throat. “Fuck,Layla.”

His hand moves to my hair, gripping it and pulling my head back, baring my neck to him. He buries his face there, running his tongue up the column of my throat.

His cock is throbbing inside of me, and I’m still clenching around him in the aftershock of my orgasm.

His thrusts become faster, more desperate. A moment later, a shudder racks his body, and a groan tears from his throat.

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